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It had started with just a bit of shifting. An extra dose of restlessness beyond his norm. Something of a twist here and there, when he thought no one was looking. Crowley was doing his best. Still trying to behave. Still trying to keep his need contained. Still trying to be good for his angel.
Fuck if it wasn’t getting hard though.
This was not the first or even the fifth foray they’d had into this territory. Crowley’s collar, a soft thing in a deep black, was a well-loved part of their collection by now. That didn’t mean that it wasn’t as exciting every time they played as that first taste of tight leather around his throat.
Today, his task was not to bother Aziraphale while he was working. The angel had been focused on something all day – rebinding or taxes or just a bit of reading, Crowley honestly could care less about what – and Crowley’s job was to behave. Be good. Wait for the soft treats of affection that the angel doled out from time to time and be patient until it was time for him to be truly used.
It would have been alright, immensely pleasant even, if Crowley had not been absolutely bursting for a piss.
His bladder was mostly full already when they’d started to play this morning. Usually, Aziraphale would take him out after breakfast, guiding him along on leash and collar until he found a suitable spot in the garden to ‘empty the tank,’ so to speak. Today, however, the angel seemed insistent on forcing him to ask. To plea. To beg. And Crowley felt like he was minutes away from having to.
He was resting on the floor near Aziraphale’s feet at the wooden desk they’d brought from the bookshop all those year ago, trying not to squirm. He was so full, everything hot and tight in his abdomen as he tried to keep his need contained. The sensation had him more than a little hard, but the feeling was overwhelmed by the need to piss.
Oh, shit.
It couldn’t wait any longer. He had to ask to be let out, and he had to ask now. Before there was a puddle on the study floor with his nose pressed into it.
Crowley stood up gently onto all fours, his thighs tensed together in an effort to hold back the flood, before making his way out into the living room, gait taunt and unsteady. As expected, his buttons were there waiting for him; he took a steadying breath, then pressed one of them with fierce determination.
WALK.
He waited, listening for movement from the other room. Aziraphale didn’t stir.
WALK. WALK.
Nothing.
WALK. WALK. WALK. WALK. WALK. WALK.
Still no movement from the angel in the study. Crowley didn’t have time to wait for his attentions to be drawn out into the common area. He picked the button up firmly in his teeth, grumbling as he made his way over to drop the round disk by Aziraphale’s feet.
WALK. WALK. WALK!
He sat back on his haunches, looking up at the angel expectantly.
“It’s not time to go outside yet, love,” Aziraphale stated simply, not looking up from his work. Crowley whimpered, pressing his thighs tighter together.
WALK!
“I just told you, dear, it’s not time for a walk.”
WALK! WALK! WALK!
“Not yet, darling. Unless there’s something else you need…” Aziraphale prompted knowingly. Crowley grumbled. His ‘potty’ button was all the way back in the other room, and he was dangerously close to leaking all over their hardwood floor.
He allowed his hips to shift instead, squirming in place as he fought against his pressing need. Luckily, Aziraphale seemed to either take the hint or take pity on his poor pup.
“Ah, I see, my dear. You need to be let out! Silly me. Let’s go grab your leash, puppy.”
The angel got up slowly, far too slowly for Crowley’s liking, and made a show of bumbling about the room in search of Crowley’s leash. It was on the back of the study door – it was always on the back of the door – but Aziraphale meandered about anyway, peaking into boxes and looking under stacks of books. Crowley whimpered again, leaning backwards and wiggling his hips until he could press his cock between his thighs tightly.
A dribble forced its way out, and Crowley squirmed violently, whining as he tried to contain the rest of his flood.
WALK! WALK! WALK! WALK!
“Oh dear,” Aziraphale mused teasingly, grabbing the leash off the hook on the door at long last, “it looks like someone may have waited a little too long to make his needs known. Is that the case, my love?”
Crowley whimpered again in spite of himself, another drop of urine wetting the tip of his prick.
“Words now please, love.”
“Fuck, yes. Okay. I left it too long. I gotta piss now, angel. Please can we—Please—I need—” Crowley lost track of his sentence, having to refocus on pinching his cock with his thighs in order to fight off the next wave of urgency.
“Oh, my poor little puppy. So needy for me. Trying so hard to be a good boy. Let’s get you outside, darling.” And with that, Aziraphale clipped the leash onto Crowley’s collar and began to slowly lead them to the garden.
Thank fuck.
Moving turned out to be more of a challenge than Crowley was anticipating. He lost a few more spurts, urine dappling their hardwood in a few places as he tried desperately to hold out long enough to thoroughly water one of their plants outside.
When they’d finally made their way out of the house and onto the soft grass of their backyard, Crowley tried to tug his way over to the first available shrub, calling to him from blessedly nearby as his bladder throbbed.
“Not yet, love,” Aziraphale admonished, giving a light pull on the leash in the direction of the back corner. “It’s time to water the garden today, I believe.”
Crowley groaned, realizing just how far lay between him and the relief he needed so badly. They set out, the angel insisting on a leisurely pace as they strolled across the lawn.
Halfway there, it was almost all over. Crowley paused, curling backwards into himself as he lost three large leaks in quick succession, dampening the earth under his knees with warm piss.
Fuck. No. I can’t—Fuck!
He regained control, but only just barely. The angel still seemed to be watching him, amused.
Crowley pressed onward, trying to drag Aziraphale more quickly towards the patch of grass that would finally be his relief. He felt the piss sliding down his shaft again, felt the tip of his cock dampening and his bladder pulsing. He was going to wet, and soon, if the angel didn’t hurry.
All of a sudden, Aziraphale tugged.
It was gentle and controlled, but even still, Crowley felt the breath taken from him, choked away by the collar around his throat, leaving him gasping and hard enough to cut glass.
Holy fuck.
“Heel, boy,” the angel ordered cooly, and Crowley could have fucked him right then and there.
Unfortunately, his bladder had other ideas. Despite his immense hardness, he still felt like he was on the cusp of pissing himself. Crowley whimpered, but held still, heeling obediently.
“Much better, puppy,” Aziraphale praised after a moment, reaching down to stroke Crowley’s hair gently. “Let’s go, my love. Walk for me.”
Crowley set off at an intentionally measured pace, his bladder throbbing unhelpfully in his pelvis as they drew nearer and nearer to his relief. He was so focused on just how badly he needed to go, fuck, that he didn’t notice when the ground began to grow soft under his knees.
“My goodness! It looks like we already watered the garden today. How forgetful of me!”
Crowley whimpered. That couldn’t mean—He wouldn’t make him—
“Looks like we’ll have to head back in and find a pad, pup. Wouldn’t want you oversaturating the lovely plants out here.”
“Angel, I can’t—I won’t be able to hold,” Crowley protested immediately, desperation clouding his voice. “Can I—I have to—Please—”
“You can hold yourself if you need to, dear.” Crowley reached back to grip his leaking cock immediately, thankful the angel could decipher his stuttering. The pressure helped marginally, but he still felt like he was seconds away from losing control.
Aziraphale watched the show playing out in front of him, face schooled into careful indifference even as the immense bulge in his trousers betrayed his interest.
“I suppose that we could find another solution if you’re really that desperate, love,” he mused.
“Yesssss,” Crowley hissed. “Gonna wet otherwise. Can’t wait, angel.”
“Well, the garden has been watered well, but I suppose that I’m still rather dry,” Aziraphale commented casually, his eyes darkening.
“Fuck yes, angel,” Crowley felt his own cock twitch in response, knowing immediately where this was going.
Aziraphale knelt down then, placing a few fingers delicately under the demon’s chin to tilt his head upwards, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. Crowley let himself be pulled, pliant and needy as he clutched his dripping cock even more tightly.
By the time their lips parted, Crowley was a bit of a quivering mess. He needed to feel his angel against him, and he needed to piss, and he needed it all right now.
“Come here, pet,” Aziraphale cooed, rearranging himself into an open sitting position on the mossy earth, his back braced against a lovely tree that Crowley had spent many an afternoon pruning. The angel tugged the leash gently then, beckoning his pet. Crowley followed obediently into his lap, straddling Aziraphale’s hips carefully as he fought to keep himself contained. He whimpered as Aziraphale undid his belt and trousers with one hand, pressing his fingertips deeply into Crowley’s bare waist to hold him steady the whole while. The idea of sitting here fully naked while the angel had barely even bothered to pull his pants out of the way had arousal sparking up the demon’s spine.
“Will you be able to hold long enough for me to open you up, my love?” Aziraphale asked gently. Crowley shook his head, blushing as he lost a spurt onto the angel’s waistcoat.
“Well, then. I suppose we’ll have to use our shortcut then, won’t we?”
There was a twinkle of a miracle, and Crowley felt himself relaxed opened and slicked in an instant. Aziraphale wrapped both hands around his lithe waist now, steadying the squirming demon softly.
“If you please, my dear. When you’re ready.”
Crowley steeled his resolve, tightening his grip on himself and breathing deeply as he mentally begged his bladder to hold out for just a few more minutes. He ground lightly against the angel’s hard cock, reveling in the feeling of the tip pressing against his hole because easing further down.
Oh, for someone’s sake, it was so much.
He felt the girthy cock inside him pressing firmly against his swollen bladder, and he lost another hard spurt of piss before he could help it.
“Angel, I can’t… M’gonna—”
“Just a little longer, puppy,” Aziraphale ordered gently. “You’ll get yours soon.” Crowley heard himself whine, felt himself squirm violently where he was, half-speared on the angel’s cock and desperate for some sort of release.
“Gotta piss, angel,” he gasped as he sunk further down. “Gonna wet m’self.”
By the time he finally bottomed out, his cock was dribble piss continuously and Aziraphale was cooing reassurance in his ear.
“So good for me, my boy. Holding so well. Just a little bit more.”
“How long?” Crowley choked out, grinding his leaking tip forward into the damp patch and marveling at the sensation.
“Just until I’m close, love. Then you can let it all out,” Aziraphale had started mouthing little kissed on Crowley’s pulse point, which had the demon squirming even harder.
“Fuck,” he swore, starting to bob on the angel’s cock and pray he could hold his bladder in check long enough.
Aziraphale gasped at the movement, thrusting up to meet Crowley’s movements.
“Shouldn’t… Mmm… Shouldn’t take all that long, my dear. Not after that show you put on under my desk all afternoon. You’ll get to go potty soon. I know how badly you need to.”
Crowley whined and redoubled his efforts. Aziraphale’s cock was filling him perfectly, and with the tiniest shift of his hips, it began to press against his prostate with every thrust. Arousal and need were coursing through his system, making a futile attempt to override his desperate need to empty his aching bladder.
“Angel—Please—” He didn’t know exactly what he was begging for, but he knew he needed something to give. This corporation wasn’t meant to hold so much need, so much longing, so much love.
“What do you need, darling?” the angel asked, his voice starting to strain. Crowley grabbed the angel’s wrist and dragged his hand up to rest on his neck.
“Please,” he gasped, hoping Aziraphale would get the hint. Thank someone this wasn’t their first rodeo – the angel smirked and threaded two fingers teasingly underneath the back of Crowley’s collar.
“Grab hold. Usual rules of play, puppy,” Aziraphale directed hurriedly, a red rubber ball appearing in one of Crowley’s palms through a quick miracle. He gripped it tightly, not wanting his sweaty palms to interrupt the proceedings.
“Color?”
“Green,” Crowley hissed, rolling his hips adamantly.
The angel began to tug, gently at first, and then with slightly more force. Crowley felt his breath catch, felt the dig of the leather collar firm against his exposed throat. Reminding him of his place in this game they played. Making him nearly dizzy with need.
The angel eased up, and Crowley gasped, the fact that breathing was unnecessary for his occult corporation well enough lost to the lust coursing through his system.
“Okay, love?” Aziraphale’s face was twisted in pleasure beneath him, but he seemed to be holding himself back.
“Again, angel. Oh, fuck, please, again,” Crowley couldn’t take it much longer – Aroused beyond all belief, swollen bladder sloshing with every little movement and only serving to excite him further.
The angel, ever willing to please his demon, complied, again and again and again until he could hold back no more.
“Almost…” Aziraphale grunted, planting his feet to thrust harder into the demon on his lap. “Almost…”
“Angel—Gonna wet—Need to come so bad—”
“Oh, fuck! You can—Now, love!”
Crowley didn’t need to be told twice, piss pouring out of his cock immediately at the permission, washing up past the angel’s shoulder before he could direct the stream to drench his shirt and waistcoat.
Aziraphale groaned urgently, and then he was coming, filling Crowley with a truly obscene amount of spend as he pounded into him, wringing out every last ounce of pleasure he could manage. Crowley cried out at the sensation, his cock twitching hard even as he continued to flood his angel, his stream erratic in his arousal.
“Fuck, angel, fuck. I couldn’t—I had to—Fuck!”
The demon didn’t know when the crest of orgasm had started to rise – maybe he’d been a bit on edge this whole time – but it was fast rushing up now, tingling low in his belly and coiling at the base of his cock. He jerked himself almost violently on Aziraphale’s prick, chasing his release as the angel whimpered in overstimulation.
In seconds, he was tipping over the edge, hissing and writhing and swearing in the angel’s lap as he coated his soaking waistcoat in streak after streak of come. Aziraphale was running his hands up and down his lover’s back, urging him through the intense climax.
“Good boy,” the angel cooed as Crowley collapsed forward against him, spent at last. The red ball, no longer needed, rolled out of his palm and onto the soaking moss below. His bladder throbbed a little still, its voiding having been rudely interrupted.
“Nnnng… Still gotta… Not quite empty, angel…” Crowley drawled against his shoulder, unwilling to move just yet.
“You can finish going potty here, puppy. Go on, love.” Aziraphale reassured, threading his fingertips lightly through Crowley’s hair in a way that sent tingles down the demon’s spine.
With a contented hum, Crowley let go, piss starting to flow from his softened prick over Aziraphale’s left hip.
“So good for me, love. You did so well.”
Aziraphale continued to murmur praise softly into Crowley’s hair until the demon was finally, blessedly empty. They panted together then, intertwined and basking in the close press of one another.
“Feeling better, my darling?” the angel cooed, after a time. Crowley hummed in approval, boneless against his love’s chest.
“We should get you inside, dear. I’m afraid my puppy has made a bit of a mess.”
“Don’t wanna move,” Crowley grumbled and nuzzled his face more firmly into Aziraphale’s shoulder. The angel dragged his fingers down Crowley’s spine, pulling the demon tightly into his solid chest as he pressed a gentle kiss into the top of his head.
“Unfortunately, love, we’re sitting in a veritable lake of piss in the middle of our lawn, darling. Wouldn’t you be more comfortable cleaned up and in our big, soft bed?”
“Mmmm… Comfy here,” Crowley protested.
“What if I miracled us there?”
Crowley seemed to ponder that quietly for a long moment.
“Alright, angel. But… in a minute?”
“Of course, my love. Anything you want.”
Crowley – in the small part of his brain that hadn’t been reduced to goo by the earth-shattering orgasm he’d just had – thought that maybe, just maybe, he’d have the words someday to tell the angel that everything he had ever wanted was right here.